"I'll send the bill to your phone. Don't be a single cent short. If you don't pay up, I'll expose all of Frank's dirty laundry and make him start from scratch." Lawyer Peyton adjusted his glasses, his threat half-joking and half-serious.
Although he said that, Lawyer Peyton knew this matter was finally settled—a close call, but with no real harm done.
'Still, I won't be shy about my fee,' he thought. 'After all, I've invested a lot of time and energy into this.'
Feng Mountain nodded quickly, his attitude sincere. "Of course. Please, rest assured."
"I hear you came on a private jet. Give me a ride back to Las later." Seeing how cooperative Feng Mountain was, Lawyer Peyton was very satisfied with his answer, and his tone lightened considerably.
"No problem," Feng Mountain nodded again.
Just then.
The roar of an engine echoed from the street outside the county courthouse.
